Tonight is a banquet in celebration Doing away with status and with nobility The deceased and the departed begin to dance All to the tune, that's being sung by that freckled girl The nobleman invites the tailor to dance The father takes the doll, his daughter, in hand Right now, we shall forget each and all of our sins And we shall all waltz together into the night High in the sky, the full moon Will never wane again, it will never fall It shines its light, down on the door To a new dream, we all surely share Flowers of evil, steadily they dance With their deeply, sinful colors Do away with that knife you hide so carefully For it can’t hurt anyone here anymore Can we be called demons? No, I don’t think we can Could we be called gods? No, that not correct either We who breed envy and wrath, we hunger, and sleep Yes, the only words for us are ‘human beings’ The singer’s voice rises from the hall Up to the theatre hanging in the sky The Pierrot, he quietly Listens in on the song